The kiss was urgent but chaste - his lips met mine, hard, but he did not open his mouth. He pulled away just as suddenly, stepping back, his hands com...ng up to his mouth as if in horror at what he had done."Oh, god," he said in a choked voice. "I'm so sorry. I didn't... I mean, I always wanted, but I didn't think..." I saw tears starting to threaten in his eyes, and I put my hands comfortingly on his shoulders. "Hey, hey," I said in a soothing voice. My own mind was in a whirl, and I could feel. If a wizard doesn’t look after the people, the box will desert him, as my previous wizard’s box did me. They are less tolerant than mage and novices boxes of the wizard behaving badly.The medallions they use here seem even laxer in controlling their use, as they are not used just for good here. I suspect this also is not helping the people here advance. Some of the ones I have encountered recently have had a wrongness about them.They still fight wars here between the races and each other. They. I can feel tears beginning to well up in me, I feel sorry for doing this to you. I haven’t moved since impaling you, my dick all they way in your body but there seems to be more wetness between us. Seconds seem like minutes but then you respond, your arms embrace me tightly, and your legs have risen upwards as your thighs chafe mine. I begin to make love to you. Over and over I withdraw before entering again and again. I know that I cant go on forever even if I want too. I sense a urge in my. Something else. To push through an interdiction field, though? That takes balls, boy. Big, shiny, large as fucking basketballs brass balls."There was a white table in the room, the boy's box of belongings underneath it. As Dervish sat at the table, he shook his head, carefully watching the boy. He wasn't lying to him; what he'd done was amazing. McTavish couldn't help but feel impressed. He was laying it on a little thick, however, trying to build rapport with the boy. When the boy just laid.